Death of a pet
Unfortunately the last of the dogs we brought over with us from Spain 8 years ago has finally died. Her name was Boli. She had been on medication & 6 monthly check ups at the vets for about 5 years now.
Boli in 2005 sitting on my lap:
About 5 years ago 4 of the 5 dogs were diagnosed with a defective heart valve & had been under vet care for 6 monthly check ups & medication.
Boli in 2005 close up:
The last one to die before Boli, 2 years ago in November, was the only one who didn’t have this condition. But he was diagnosed with Cushings Syndrome, a kind of mental illness similar to dementia. Boli was 15 1/2 years old & was born at our flat in Spain & I was there at the moment of her birth & I was present at her exit from this world, too.
Rufo in 2005: Tigre’s son:
This is Tigre (Tiger) because before his muzzle grew out he had stripes on his face that reminded me of a tiger cub!
This is Patty, she seemed to have cat blood running through her veins, she used to jump up onto our laps with a cat’s ease!
This is Tippy, the smallest, the youngest & the first to die from the valve in his heart.
He was my favourite & whenever I sat down in an armchair he would cry to get up onto my lap & then climb up onto my shoulders where he would sleep! His death was so unexpected & sudden that it took us totally by surprise. We were in shock for more than a week. All the others we expected their deaths around the time they died but Tippy’s was an utter surprise. We both cried our eyes out, as did our daughter when we got back home without him & explained what had happened.
We took him to the vets one Friday evening because he was short of breath & seemed to have difficulty in breathing. The vet said she couldn’t find anything wrong with him (excluding his heart condition) but that his teeth needed cleaning & he had an infection in them. So she gave us some antibiotics to give him & then made an appointment for him to come back the following Wednesday to have them done. But Saturday night he seemed agitated & wouldn’t lay down to sleep. Early Sunday morning we couldn’t help but see he was a lot worse with his breathing so we called the vets & a taxi & took him to see her. When we arrived she hadn’t arrived at the clinic & we had to wait 20 or 30 minutes in the street. When we were able to go in & while she was changing her clothes Tippy collapsed in my wife’s arms & a load of foul smelling liquid came out of his mouth & nose. I called the vet who immediately took him into the consulting room & after 10 mins work managed to resuscitate him. She then put him on oxygen & then let us see him. She told us that there was no guarantee that he would live out the rest of the day & even if he did he would be suffering from shortness of breath & would have to fight for every breath. She then told us how she had seen her own father die in that way & how it had affected her. :-( She advised us to let her put him to sleep. We spent a few minutes with him & it was obvious that he was struggling to breathe so, with all the sadness of our hearts , we agreed. The liquid he expulsed when he collapsed was the liquid that had filled up his lungs & was causing shortness of breath. My wife went back to the waiting room while I stayed with him till his last breath. I then broke down & cried my heart out. The vet was kind enough to leave me with him for a few minutes.
All five were born at home in Spain & we brought them over here 8 years ago.
Now for the first time in 23 years we have no pets whatsoever! We have always been used to having cats & dogs around the house now it seems strange to have an empty space where for 8 years the dogs’ blankets lay!
We have no plans of getting any more pets now. You become too attached to them & you feel each one’s death like a member of the family.
- 23 Sep, 2009
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